Before I start I must mention the rather lovely campsite (above)
that we stayed at in North Wales last weekend. Rynys,
they call it. It’s just a hop, skip and a jump from Betws y Coed and Bodnant
Gardens
It’s not been the best month so far. Since embarking on the
epic tale of my drug-smuggler, black-marketeer and ex-con I seem to have spent most
of the time trying – without much success – to impose a shape on a life that
has more strands than you’d find in the Bayeux
Unsurprisingly, I grow weary of combat with this hydra-headed
monster from time to time and turn my attention to the ongoing process of getting
The Red House On The Niobrara out as
a real book – as opposed to an e-book. A couple of weeks ago I got as far as
sending for a proof copy, which I then sent to a good friend for editing. That
was money well spent: she discovered a distressing number of howlers. I suppose
we’ve all been there: These errors can
only have occurred within the very guts of the computer while I was sleeping!
I’m afraid I still want to believe that that is the case, but…. Thank goodness
for a diligent and very professional editor.
The next step, editing the files that one has submitted to
Create Space, has so far proven beyond me. Every efforts so far has resulted in
my re-submitting the unedited file. Submitting a file – be it new or old, and
be the action deliberate or accidental – results in a nasty clanging sound as
the process is frozen for twenty four hours while the wee demons at Create
Space check it once more.
Ho hum. Later this morning I am going away and must wait another week before unravelling the mess. We’re heading to Looe
Island Cornwall
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